Chapter Eight

The next day, right at noon, she entered The Pussy Willow. Since it had just opened, there weren't too many customers. The place looked different in the daytime. The bartender waved at her and she smiled back before slipping through the door marked PERSONNEL and hurried down the hallway. The door of Ares's office stood ajar and she peeked in and saw him at his desk, sifting through paperwork. She gently knocked and he glanced up, a smile appearing.

"Is now a bad time?" she asked.

"No, come in. Sit down."

She did just that and placed her backpack next to her. "I wasn't sure what to wear so I brought back the black dress."

He looked her over, from her jeans to her t-shirt. "The dress is perfect. Did you bring my paperwork?"

"Oh, yes." She reached into the backpack to grab the folder and hand it over. "Here."

Ares placed the folder on his desk but didn't glance at it. He was too busy staring at her.

"What?" she asked, shifting a little in her seat. After what happened last night, her libido seemed to stand up and tap dance at the first sight of him.

"Have you changed your mind?"

She blinked. "Why would I change my mind?"

He leaned back in his chair. "Close the door and lock it."

Biting her lip, she rose and did as he commanded.

"Now come here."

As she walked slowly back to him, his beautiful hazel eyes mesmerized her. He crooked his finger, bidding her to come around the desk. When she stood in front of him, his gaze traveled down her body.

"I take it you've never sucked a cock."

It wasn't a question because they both knew the answer, but she still shook her head no. An excited fluttering gripped her belly, and her breathing grew shallow.

"On your knees, sweetheart."

She sank down and he stood up. Her gaze was now eye level with his groin.

"Unbutton my jeans. Take out my dick."

Her hands trembled slightly as she carefully took him out. She'd never seen a real cock, and had to admire how beautiful his was. Long, thick, with a large vein under the shaft. She briefly wondered how it was supposed to fit inside her. Ares spread his fingers in her hair and twined them through the strands. He tugged, hard, bending her neck back so she was forced to look up at him.

"You see what you do to me, sweetheart? I'm hard as steel for you." He grasped his cock with his other hand, pumping it a couple of times. "Open your mouth. Remember how you sucked my finger."

She obeyed.

"Look how pretty you are," he murmured. He pushed his dick into her mouth. "Watch your teeth."

A tangy, aggressive flavor burst across her tongue, the faint saltiness reminding her of the ocean. It intrigued her and she wasn't quite sure if she liked it or not. After a few more licks, however, she thought it might be a taste she could get used to.

Ares directed her head, pulling it back a little and then moving it forward. Teaching her how to suck a cock. Or at least his cock.

"Relax your throat," he instructed patiently. "Good girl."

For some reason, she loved the praise.

She choked on his girth, gagging when it hit the back of her throat. He eased up, allowing her to suck in a breath of air before pushing forward again. Her eyes watered as her tongue swirled around his length. This continued for a bit until he pulled all the way out, giving her a chance to rest her jaw for a moment.

"I'm gonna push all of it in," he warned just before he eased back in, not stopping until it hit her gag reflex once more. He immediately retreated. "Careful. I don't want you to throw up."

She wanted to please him so she took a deep breath and nodded. The next couple of times, he'd push in and then pull out, and each time she tried to take him deeper. Eventually, she didn't feel like throwing up each time and was able to hold him to the back of her throat for a few seconds. Tears leaked from her eyes each time her lungs burned from him blocking her air.

"I knew you'd be a good little cocksucker," he said. "I'm going to go faster and when I come, I want you to swallow it all."

She watched him as she hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head. His jaw clenched and the way his chest moved rapidly had a feeling of power surging through her. Her friends had always said that giving a blowjob was demeaning. That it was gross and tasted nasty. But none of that was true for her. She saw how much pleasure she gave Ares, how she had him literally by the balls, and it made her realize the power she wielded. The posture might look degrading to women, but she didn't feel abased. She felt strong. In control despite his hand in her hair. Little by little he fell apart, moving faster as she kept her mouth open despite her jaw aching. She gently took hold of his sack, caressing it, and her finger brushed his taint. He gave a shuddering groan, and she went a little lower, stroking the crease where his ass and back hole met.

"What the fuck," he panted, and pulled out of her mouth for a moment. "Where'd you learn that?"

"I watched porn once."

He chuckled, then he surged back inside her mouth, pumping only a few times before his cock went unbelievably hard. With a heavy grunt, he came, pouring himself down her throat. She swallowed as quickly as possible, but there was so much some dribbled out. Ares slipped from her mouth and leaned against his desk. Once he caught his breath, he tucked himself back into his jeans and pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her.

"That was amazing, sweetheart," he said.

He used his fingers to wipe the wetness from her cheeks. Then he kissed her, and she opened immediately, his tongue mingling with hers. She wondered if he tasted himself on her tongue. When they came up for air, he sat back down in his chair and pulled her onto his lap.

"Now you'll be able to surprise Hunter with your newly acquired skill."

She smiled, but ducked her head, feeling a little shy. He lifted her chin with a finger.

"Don't ever feel ashamed with us," he told her. "Nothing we do, whether it's you and me, you and him, or all of us together, is meant to be embarrassing. Pleasure between consenting adults is always beautiful, and if you ever feel the need to end this, then just tell us. We'll never force you. Okay?"

"Okay."

He kissed the top of her head. "I guess it's time to start your training. You'll be working with Sarah, the floor manager. Let's go find her."

Ares took hold of her hand and led her back to the club floor.

****

The rest of the day she followed Sarah around. The beautiful statuesque woman was surprisingly nice. For some reason, Adira thought she'd be a mean girl, but Sarah was nothing but kind. According to her, she was glad to hand over the hostess duties because she was always needed on the floor.

At five thirty, Adira changed clothes. The dancers were finishing their makeup, and one of the women went to Sarah and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Adira hadn't realized she was gay, not that it mattered. Her father had a hang-up about same-sex couples that she found utterly ridiculous. Sarah gestured for her to follow and handed over a tablet. Adira looked down, realizing it was the VIP schedule. Only two men were scheduled at six, but at seven two groups were booked. Her job was to keep the semi-private alcoves clean, order drinks, remove empty glasses and bottles, as well as book the lap dances.

A big, muscular man walked up and stared down at her. He was easily six and half feet tall with tattoos all over the place, wearing a cut with the Death Riders MC logo on the front and the name Bruiser stitched into the leather.

"Anyone gives you problems, you let me know," Bruiser told her. He smiled, or at least she thought it was a smile. Could've been a grimace but he seemed nice enough and she felt better having him nearby.

The first hour her heart pounded with anxiety, causing her to double-check everything to make sure she was doing it all correctly. She didn't want to mess up her first real job. The first VIP was a man with considerable girth, and it wasn't his cock. His belly hung over his belt and there was a slightly sweet yet rancid stench wafting from him. He ordered a Long Island iced tea and she placed the order on the tablet. The bartender would get the message and ask one of the servers to deliver it.

The second man had to be in his seventies. He seemed pleasant enough and pulled out a wad of money. He had an air of loneliness that made her sad. Whatever happiness he gleaned from The Pussy Willow hopefully brought him a moment of companionship.

As the night progressed, and the groups came in, Sarah made her way over to greet them so Adira could learn how to interact with multiple men. They certainly kept her busy ordering drinks and snack foods, cleaning up and making sure their lap dances stayed more PG17 than X-rated. It was a little disconcerting to see mostly naked women so close, and she kept her gaze averted as often as possible.

She saw Ares in passing. Even on a Thursday night, the place was busy. The assortment of men ranged from rednecks to college, preppy guys. Catcalls could be heard over the music. Money was held up in the air as the dancers slid and gyrated around the stage. He walked over to talk with her once, and she remembered how he said he never mixed business and pleasure, so she stayed as professional as possible.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "Sarah is wonderful. It can't be easy running the floor as well as helping me."

"Hey, don't knock yourself short," Sarah said with a smile before turning to Ares. "She's picked everything up quickly. You hired well, Boss."

Adira's cheeks warmed at the compliment. "Thanks, Sarah."

Ares shifted his gaze back to her. "When time is up, the men will go next door. Sarah, show her how to log in their allotted time with the whores next door."

"Will do," she said cheerily.

He nodded, shot one more look at Adira, and then left.

Sarah leaned in close. "I think he likes you."

She shrugged, not sure what to say to that. She didn't want anyone to know what was happening between her, Ares, and Hunter, especially since thi s— whatever this wa s— had an expiration date. Which reminded her, she had to make sure they didn't fire her once their interest in her ended.

"I don't like using the word whore ," she said. "They're sex workers."

Sarah smiled. "Good luck trying to get men to switch the verbiage."

At the end of the night, when the club had closed, she was cleaning up the VIP area when Sarah approached.

"Do you need a lift home?"

"Oh," Adira said. "I don't want to impose."

"No imposition. As soon as Jenny comes out, we can drop you off."

"Then thank you. I'll be searching for reliable transportation this weekend."

A few minutes later, Jenny hurried from the dressing room and grabbed hold of Sarah's hand, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"We're dropping Adira off at her place," Sarah told her.

Jenny smiled at her. "Great! Ready to go?"

"Let me run and grab my backpack."

She hurried into the back where the personal lockers were kept. Just as she opened hers, Ares stepped out from his office. He folded his arms across his chest as he leaned in the doorway.

"How was your first night?"

"I think I did a good job. I enjoyed it."

"Good." He looked around, probably making sure no one was nearby. "Hunter will pick you up tomorrow night at nine."

"Okay. Night."

"Good night, sweetheart."

She smiled, and all the while felt his gaze as she hurried away.